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In Public	By : CyberII Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 8903 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Do not own Mass Effect or characters, writing for fun, but not profit.

Chapter List
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“You know my ‘favorite topic’. What if I’m curious, do we look good together?...” she circled his fingerpad with her soft tongue, cautiously licked the sharp talon and slowly inserted it in her mouth, her full lips enclosing his long slim digit.

Garrus blinked, his heart rate increasing, blood rushing to his groin. That woman knew how to perk up a man’s… mood.

“Does it really matter to you?” he realized his voice already dropped lower from her seductive wet lips around his finger kickstarting his libido. Inside of her mouth she tickled his fingerpad with the tip of her tongue and released it, leering at him.

“Well… since you don’t want to answer, it’s either ‘quite ugly’ or ‘damn sexy’,” she nuzzled his palm and brought it to cup her cheek. “My bets on ‘damn sexy’, I’d stick with it.”

His hands slid lower to her sides and grabbed her perfect round ass.
“And what if I’m not?”

Miranda snickered and shifted on her seat, leaning forward, more supported by his body than actually sitting. Now he had access to the slit up the back of her skirt, and she was up to ensure he uses it well. One of her arms snaked down and behind her back where the fabric revealed her skin just for him to touch, hidden from the curious eyes by a bar counter.

“No way,” she laughed, her fingers guiding his bare hand under her skirt, “You’re too cocky to be ashamed of yourself.”

Yeah, she had no underwear on. He felt some kind of lace bands hugging her thighs, but not a thing upper between her legs – just her softness welcoming him, her smell driving him wild. He dipped his face into her neck, fighting a sudden primal urge to sink his teeth in her soft pale skin.

“Well, I’m fine with it,” he barely paid attention to his own words, too concentrated on her moist folds and her small moans, “If that’s what you want to know.”

“Count it a matter of pride,” her glossy lips were parted, voluptuous breasts raised heavily with uneven breath. “I love to know my Archangel isn’t just a badass, but a gorgeous badass.”

“Admit it, you love the way it sounds,” Garrus smirked, his mandibles tickling her skin, as his fingers under her skirt touched her naughtily. “That’s why you keep calling me… him.”

“Of course, I love it,” she breathed out, arching into his chest, “You’re the most unexpected… and officially the most amazing thing that happened to me during this journey!”

She reached up to embrace his neck, kissed his unarmored skin behind the faceplates.
“And I will keep calling you this way, so why don’t you stop running from it and admit you were doing great job?”

He lifted her from the seat. Her back against the bar counter, her legs wrapped around his waist – nothing the nosey spectators could see, but a lot to suggest. He loved it. It felt too damn nice for a change, to have someone approving and supporting his actions. She was too good for him. She was perfect.

His fingers slid in gently, stroking the insides of her entrance. She rolled her hips to meet his hand, to let him push deeper. Her lips caught his mouthplates in a breathtaking kiss; he pressed her closer, as close as his angular chestplate allowed them.

Now he just wanted to get out of his armor and fuck her hard. He didn’t really care for the people around anymore – they may look and envy him.

“Archangel,” he felt a hand tapping his back, the sobering familiarity of that derisive tone, “I remember you’re one of the reckless kind…”

He threw a glance over his shoulder - a cold and lopsided smile of Aria T’Loak greeted him.
“…But I’d like to remind you this club has private rooms. The performance you’re about to give, screwing your woman on top of the bar, would be spectacular, but I usually don’t need to involve extras from the public for my shows.”

The Omega ruler eyed them up and down with a smirk.
“Nice choice of woman, I must state. A real competition to my stripper girls.”

Aria strolled off, shooting him the last glance – rather unindifferent, much to his discomfort. Miranda sighed in his neck, clung onto him, caressing his skin to make him relax from the undesired encounter.

“It’s all right... Don’t tense that much, you’re safe with all of us here…”

Garrus blinked, tilted his head, giving her a smile – he hoped it didn’t look too artificial.
“Omega habits don’t go away that easy… Got used to be suspicious of everything concerned Aria.”

“She sounded quite playful,” Miranda winked, “Anything between you I should learn?”

“What?” he backed off stunned with that conclusion. “Of course, not. I broke many rules here, but never even considered to touch her only rule.”

Miranda’s sly smile grew wider. She leaned closer, whispering in his ear.
“I guess that’s why she’s intrigued. Woman thing – we don’t like to be ignored by the ones who fascinate us…”

“Very funny,” finally he withdrew his hand from under her skirt. “Should we use her suggestion and have some privacy?”

“Mmhm, I can’t wait to get you out of this armor and give you a lap dance of your life,” she tugged on his codpiece, “If you’re still in the mood.”

“Oh, even no implication of Aria hitting on me could kill the mood you create,” he purred. “Besides, I wonder, did she knew from the beginning… that, well, I am him?”

Miranda laughed.
“You’re not that discreet, you know,” she patted the armor plate with yellow winged logo on his upper arm.

“Oh, riiight…” he sighed. He totally forgot about it.

She gave him a soft kiss.
“Maybe you’re still a little bit proud of yourself – since you keep wearing it…”

He smiled. Okay, she won this round.

“Maybe I am. Maybe I’m in no mood for arguing.”

Miranda felt so great and wonderfully lightheaded, like the whole Galaxy was just for the two of them for that one night. She couldn’t remember that excitement ever took place in her lonely and jaded past before. Of course there were several glasses of exotic asari cocktails already circulating in her blood, but she doubted the butterflies were the effect of these extraterrestrial ingredients.

More like the effect of her extraterrestrial companion.

For the first time after their conversation she felt how young he actually was. Strange thing, his youth didn’t irritate her the way human guys did, and the age gap didn’t bother her much. She guessed, it was this ‘turian thing’, coming along with dedication, honor, sense of justice, responsibility – no matter what his family thought of him.

She wrapped her arm around his waist, so slim and convenient to hug. He gave her a toothy smirk with a sidelong glance of piercing blue eyes, a glance that always sent the delicious shivers of excitement along her spine. She loved the joyful sparks in his eyes, they made her almost forget Omega left scars not on his face only. She didn’t need reports from Kelly to figure it out long before they… tried to know each other better. Only she was wary of his dark mood back then, and felt kinda sorry for him now.

A month ago she’d note vexedly she’s getting soft. Now she could afford that luxury to be soft for a while. Especially if it meant to be a woman - for a man who deserved it.

Speaking of Kelly - she caught sight of the red-headed girl, looking totally lost in the crowded club. She remembered that terror reflecting in green eyes, seeping through the boozed cheerfulness. Poor girl…

Why the hell not, she felt generous tonight.

She slowed her steps, tugging on Garrus’ arm and pointing at Kelly’s direction.
“Garrus, I have an idea, just don’t dismiss it right away… Maybe we should invite her to join us?”

He stopped, craned his neck to give her a weird look.
“Why shouldn’t I dismiss it?”

Miranda made her best pleading eyes, her hands on his chestplate.
“Come on, I’m pretty sure there’s some kindness left under that armor. Just look at her…”

The turian scratched his browplate, raised in a rather incredulous expression.
“I didn’t expect you to be the sharing kind.”

“I just thought, we could try her own methods on her,” she smirked mischievously. “You know, her idea of rehabilitation through bed…”

Now he looked surprised, but not disapproving. In fact, his leer ensured her he’s just about to agree.
“So, technically we’re helping her to recover AND screwing with her at the same time?”

She laughed and nodded, patting his arm.
“In more than one way, yes. Just wait here, I’ll do the persuasion.”

He crossed his arms on his chest, watching her, she heard his skeptic voice.
“I doubt she will need much of it.”
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